My love is lost,
and I find no way out
into the wilderness, where she is gone
in crisis disappeared
for no apparent reason
except chance, bad luck
and circumstances most unfortunate.
She will be back, but who knows when?
Meanwhile I'll have to grope around
and falter in the dark,
like some decrepit invalid without a crutch
and stumble on in darkness
helplessly and hopelessly,
and in the darkness without her
there is no light at all
but only the impossibility
of tolerance and patience
with this most exasperating situation.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-06-27 at 17:10

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